My Brother Solved My Murder But Didn't Recognize His Victim
Language: en
It was my brother Julian's birthday gala, but he turned me away at the door. He smashed the carved pendant I had made for him with my own hands. "Anything you touch is filthy to me." Heartbroken, I wandered aimlessly, only to be brutally tortured, murdered, and dismembered. While I drew my last, ragged breath, Julian was busy composing a poem for our cousin Celeste at his birthday celebration. Three days later, Commissioner Hayes was handed a particularly gruesome cold case. Two hundred ninety-nine body parts of a woman were discovered in an abandoned outbuilding in the city's East…